Through This

Through this:

through this seeing - everything belongs. No lines are drawn here, only distinctions of a single view. One world, directionless, and truly ours alone. Seeing is immediate and without argument, any debate comes after and only covers details. To see is to find ourselves without doubt of our existence, to know ourselves seamless, intimate with all that's held within our view. 

and this is where words seem to fail - to talk of seer and view as if they are separate in experience, somehow found apart from the deep intimacy of what belongs. What's seen is no less than our own spread of existence, life without singular claim of ownership. 

just life, endless in its variety.

through this seeing - everything simply is, it's a world just before any stories are told. It's why words fail in their main description. To see a tree first without story is to find bare-essence, not really a tree but an expression of the whole in unique form and given function. It's a return to original life, no story yet told, the simplicity of existence. 

first view.

still, it's just more words, another story added on - words have their place within the view, everything does, everything belongs. But words never capture their description. So, I leave off with this request: to give ourselves a moment, perhaps right now, and simply, easily, hold any object within our view. My preference is always nature, but of course this can be done anywhere, at anytime. Find one object, and note it's presence, that it seems separate, alone in its existence. Let's see if this is true. Through our line of vision retrace this object to the source which holds the view. Look for the seer, for the eyes that behold the object of our choice, for the face that holds the eyes, and the head behind it all - is anything found? What do we really see? 

the object itself remains - it's the seer that's disappeared, no eyes are found, no face, headless, and this is actually seen. Our own absence. But not entirely. There is still something, an aware presence is found through the absence of seer. Even this is somewhat of an appearance, there's just aware, spaciousness in recognition of itself. 

just life, empty and whole. 

through this seeing - we return to the original. No stories, objects not existing on their own but found in seamless understanding. Everything belongs without question. Even questions. We're seeing, and it's always like this, always present, available. 

this is where I leave you today, with no more words, no stories...

only seeing.

Peace, Eric